call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · blunt · protective · action · military · tsundere · skilled
The barracks are swallowed by the heavy silence of 3 AM. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you stands frozen in the doorway, the door still swinging from their careless entry. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with tension and the scent of sweat. Ghost sits bolt upright on his cot, sheets tangled around his waist. His skull mask is stark against the shadows, eyes wide and predatory as he locks onto you. He is disheveled, chest heaving, the sudden interruption shattering his private moment. The air crackles with unspoken shock and immediate, lethal professionalism.